Where Can I Get My Chest Waxed In Paris

lina_ame @ 2009-07-25T02:08:00

When you have chosen the day when you came into the world, it was rainy
? Yes, that was it.
The cobblestones of the bridges was black and shiny, as you rain from heaven you were the drizzling rain, you've covered the single cell of the air, an element, an infection that covered the city with a water fog, rain in the early afternoon nap. It was the time after breakfast. The sky was obscured by solid, powder blue clouds, like a cork in a glass bottle in which the city seemed to be sitting there, solid. The high-rise areas, the skyscrapers rose up high in the clouds, they seemed to achieve. The old city had to be put back 100 years, the wet darkness crept into the narrow streets between the ancient stones of the houses. The outlines of the towers and Roofs on the blue-gray background of the sky reminiscent of the city, as represented in films about the industrial revolution. So unapproachable to leave, slowly degenerate. And you
rained continuously, in fine droplets. The water remained in the hair, the eyelashes, as if time stands still and the water is not moving. Everything seemed to be frozen. Only you have, you picked the right day.
And dreaming of better-defined locations, times, better choice. Your home is darker than the sky outside, plunged into the gray-blue light, the curtains do not dare to entrust themselves to the wind, the air is still. The air smells of rain. Of wet asphalt, for cars and of wet, rotting leaves. As is fitting for October is, you're dreaming. Your lungs faded without nicotine and tar, your hair falls in soft dark streaks on your perfect face, your cool skin like porcelain. Your eyelashes in the thick of sleep Bläuligkeit submerged. Your long fingers gently caress the neurotic poppies in the fields of Morpheus, on the fields of the sky is turquoise, the air is thin and clear. Soon you sink to the seabed, where the possible Sun only be a spot on the depth of the water is blue, you, on the soft sand of the sea floor.

Men's Waxingbarcelona

lina_ame @ 2009-07-24T02:42:00

Hello, my darling, I want to give you something on the road.
Wherever. I hope you are you sure you want me,
nichtsnützige a lesbian woman with a broken spine,
Listen to me, I'm broken, can not love, can not breathe
, higher r me. I'm a fucking heartbreaker, empty,
heartless, soulless, I will swallow you, as I have with him
have done well, can we believe it, everyone. And tell me,
are you sure that you do not believe will? I was never
a heartbreaker, not more than a shell, a vessel that is
fill with the shit that comes from his heart, does.
And listen to me, I will always look into the distance,
always be lonely, just like you come forward to speak of love?
know And you know what, I should be right. He, she, all of them, as long as I
only look into your eyes, may I'm going to feel safe, as
on the ocean floor, where crawl through the turquoise depths of the cold
sunspot tried. You are my Water. My
sea. I will make you happy. be a better person.
for you. Although you have no idea about me. Although I am
broken, empty, nichtsnützig, yet you say that you love me. How could I ever disappoint
something ... I am straightforward and
be close. Honest. Easy care.